SGS 04, Summer
by Abnormal Newt
Summary: Janet has something on her mind. This series begins with Family, SGS 01.
1. Dusk

"Sam?" Sam's mind drifted back to her present reality. Porch. Table. Golden sunlight. Early evening breeze. Feet up. Peaceful.

"Sam?" Janet's voice finally got her attention. She'd been gazing off into the backyard, reflecting on how much her life had changed recently. Her present company was a huge part of that.

"Sam, do you know what next Tuesday is?" Janet's eyes told her it was ok if she didn't remember.

She thought for a moment. _Was there a summer birthday? A friend's anniversary?_ Coming up empty, she gave her best friend an apologetic smile.

"We brought her here a year ago, next Tuesday. Her first steps on earth." She nodded toward Cassie. _How time has flown._

Sam's eyes widened a bit and she sat back. A whole year? It seemed both much longer and much shorter than that. So much had happened to all of them. And the three of them had stuck it out together. Not always like champions, but always together. Always completely trusting each other to make life work.

"Mom, Sam, watch!" Cassie shouted from the back yard. She and the scruffy hound dog that Jack had adopted for her were playing fetch. Cassie pretended to throw the ball and the dog scampered a few yards off, then stopped, looking back expectantly at her. She laughed and smiled and faked a toss again.

"She's almost a normal kid these days." Sam mused.

Janet hummed an agreement. "Almost."

Something in the pitch of her voice got Sam's attention. "How are you doing with all of this, really? Are you ok?" She asked quietly, making sure her voice wouldn't carry out into the yard.

Janet sighed and leaned toward the table, propping her chin with her hand. "I'm ok." She replied quietly, "I've been thinking about her. What would she do if something happened to us? Other than the SGC, no one on this planet is 'hers' in any way. No relatives. I just… I wonder if her adulthood will be lonely. And I wonder if I can change that."

 _That's Janet, all right._ Her main concern would always be for those in her charge, and never herself. But she was right, Sam thought. Everyone at the SGC knows Cassie's secret. Her relationship with them would be stronger and likely much closer for years to come. But what about after that? People got hurt. Got lost. Got reassigned. There would come a day when the first generation of humans through the Stargate would simply be scattered to the wind. It pained her a little to think about it. And though she didn't want to admit it, there might even be a day when she and Janet would be separated. It's not like the Air Force had any reason to make sure they stayed together. She wondered briefly if she could adopt Cassie, too, after the fact.

Both women sat in their thoughts, side by side, looking out at their little girl in the suddenly gapingly huge world.

Sam's thoughts finally keyed in on Janet's last few words. "Change that? How do we change that?"

Janet's reply was even more quiet that before. "I want to give her someone to always have her back. Someone who will always know who she _really_ is, and want the best for her." She sat up and turned to look at Sam, then looked down, a little embarrassed. "I want to make her family bigger."

"Oh. You… want to adopt another child?" Sam wasn't sure where Janet was going with this.

"Not exactly adopt, I mean I guess that would be an option…" Her thoughts trailed.

Sam gave Janet a moment to finish her thoughts, but Janet pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly. She looked up to Sam. _I want to do this myself. To give her another a piece of me. A real, no denying it, physical connection._

Sam looked back into Janet's big brown eyes and saw a hint of worry. "You want to give her a sibling." Her expression asked Janet what was wrong as she made the statement. They had talked before about Janet beginning to get back on the dating scene once Cassie had her feet more on the earth, so to speak. Had she found someone already? Was she worried Sam wouldn't approve?

"I want to give her a baby brother or sister."

She seemed almost to be asking for forgiveness even in her quiet happiness. But what for? Sam felt a slight pain in her heart. Was her "family" about to change? If Janet wanted to settle down and have a baby with someone, she was about to be spending a lot more time in the lab. She would never want to come between her best friend and the father of this new idea of a child.

Janet searched Sam's face as her eyes dropped and she sat back. Why wasn't Sam happy? She gave it a few moments, but Sam continued to be lost in thought. "Hey, you, best friend." Sam's eyes met hers. "Whatcha thinking?"

Janet still held her dreamy, happy expression. Sam couldn't help but give a small smile back. "I just didn't realize you were ready to get back out there." Janet looked slightly puzzled. Sam continued, feeling she needed to clarify. "I mean, I knew eventually we'd kinda go our separate ways, you know, with dating and work and all. Life. Moving forward. Just hadn't thought about it, really."

"And?" Janet could tell there was something left out in that statement. She lazily pushed at Sam's shoulder with the back of her hand. "Come on, tell me."

Sam kinked a half-smile at her, and pushed her back. " _And_ , I'm spoiled rotten."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I've been living the family life without any of the cons, and all of the pros. I'm going to miss it."

Janet laughed. "None of the cons, huh? That's a very selective memory you have there, Major. Is the 'gate getting to your head?"

"Ha ha." Both leaned back comfortably in their chairs and looked at each other. Sam smiled lightly and just shook her head at Janet. She didn't begrudge her friend the new adventure, but she realized how much she loved having been a part of this one. "You're serious, aren't you?" Said Janet, suddenly sitting up. Sam gave her a questioning look. "You have loved this whole thing. And I thought you were just being an incredibly awesome friend." She sat back again with a bigger smile on her face, now shaking her head at Sam.

"What? It's not like I'm going to ever be someone's mom." Janet smacked Sam's knee in scolding. "Ok, other than Cassie." She looked to Janet to approve her correction, which she did. "I know that I'm married to the job. It's something I've come to terms with. Most of the time the work is so engaging that I don't even know what I'm missing." She threw her friend a look, knowing she knew this about her. Janet nodded. "But for the last year I've had the joy of coming home to a little girl that's partly mine, and her amazing mother. And now I'm spoiled." She emphasized this by making a pouty face.

Janet laughed at her and backhanded her shoulder again, and Sam pushed her pouty face closer to Janet, making noises and turning it into a fishy face, enjoying the easy happiness between them.

Cassie arrived in the middle of the laughter, plopping herself into Sam's lap and joining her mother's giggles at Sam's expressions. For her trouble, she got a cross-eyed fishy face pressed right up to her nose. Finally, Sam broke up with laughter and took a needed breath.  
"Hey kiddo, how's the summer life?"

"It's awesome! I miss school, though. There's so much to learn!" Cassie's face conveyed her sincere excitement about her new planetary home.

"Yes there is!" Sam was so glad that Cassie didn't need to be pushed into education - the girl practically inhaled books. "And I know you got a summer reading list. How far have you gotten on it?"

"I finished it last week. But mom found some more for me. I was going to ask if it was ok if I read a little bit before dinner."

"Dinner! That's a thought." Janet wondered if she should just order take out.

"How do you feel about spaghetti?" Sam asked.

"Pretty noodly." She wiggled and dangled her arms as evidence.

"Well good, because I happen to know we actually have that in the house." Sam stated with satisfaction.

Janet gave Sam an appreciative grin. "And do you have someone in the house to cook it?"

"I think I can manage to not burn water today." She drew herself up and lifted nose and chest into the air. "Today, I will _make dinner_." Both girls giggled at her faux bravado.

"Ok, dinner in 45 minutes. You go read whatever you want, but I want you to wash your hands first. All the way up to the elbows! All right?" Janet had the mom voice down perfectly.

Cassie nodded and jumped up from Sam's lap. "Odie! Come on, boy!" The dog didn't need a second invitation, and Cassie managed to pull the sliding door open just in time for the barreling hound to fly into the house without crashing.

Janet got up, tucked her chair back in, and turned to go inside. Sam hadn't moved. Slouched back in her chair, one hand on the table, she looked to have been struck by a thought. Janet walked back to her and stood behind her chair, leaning down and putting an arm across Sam's shoulders. Sam let her head fall back into the hug. "Beautiful day. Too bad it's over," she said softly, not at all talking about the day.

"It's not over yet." Janet whispered. Sam took a deep breath, enjoying the hug. Janet leaned her head against Sam's for a moment. A kiss on the head, and she stood back up. "I still have work for you. Coooome on." She offered Sam a hand. "Dinner doesn't make itself. Yet."

"They're working on that, you know." Sam took the hand and finally got her legs under her, heading for the door. The sun was rapidly dropping behind the mountains off in the distance. "Wait." She stopped. Things might soon change, she thought, but the here and now was absolutely beautiful. "Come here." She pulled Janet to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Understanding the intent, Janet tucked herself into her best friend's embrace, wrapping her arms around. Together they watched the sun move just to the top of the peaks.

"I bet you've seen so many beautiful things out there." Janet hummed happily, leaning into Sam's strength, as she did so often these days.

"Mmmmm." Sam tucked her under her chin, instinctively protective. Cassie wasn't the only one she worried about in the big, wide world. They watched as the sun slipped down and down. She squeezed Janet. "Yes, but all of my favorite ones are right here."

"Even the ones that make you cook dinner?"

"Especially those. And definitely anyone who eats my cooking. Blessed are the crazy." She broke the hug to pull back and smile at Janet. In the last dusk of light, the two women made their way back into the house.


	2. Decisions

Sam grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I like the way you think." Janet tossed the bottle opener to her. Sam popped the beer open and handed it to the brunette, grabbing a second one for herself.

"Cheers." Sam took a long draught, then set it down and opened the pantry, digging around for the pasta and sauce she'd seen that afternoon while getting Cassie and herself a snack.

Janet hopped up and took a seat on the counter beside the refrigerator. Watching Sam cook anything was always a good spectator sport.

"So what's his name?" Sam's voice sounded from the cabinet as she pulled out a pot.

Janet set her bottle down and swallowed. "What?" She must have missed something.

"What's his name? You said you wanted to have a baby. So, come on, tell! Who's got you thinking about making babies?"

Janet was caught completely off guard. _Baby, wanted, yes. Man, wanted? Well, not really…_

"Uh, no one, actually."

Sam turned to get a good look at her. After a moment she turned back to her water, waiting for it to boil. _She's telling the truth. I think._

Sam waited for the water, then added the pasta. She started the stove timer and turned on the oven, then checked the freezer for the garlic Texas Toast. Still there. Momentarily unoccupied, she leaned against the fridge and folded her arms, looking Janet over for signs of hidden man crushes. Janet's eyes asked her "what?" as she took a sip from her beer.

"Have you said anything to Cassie?"

"No, of course not. This is the first time I've said it to anyone but myself. I wouldn't want to get her excited, if, you know, it didn't work out." She kicked her shoes off and pulled one leg under herself, not managing to quite get comfortable.

"And?" Sam loved putting that back on her friend. Janet used it on her far more often, but then, Janet rarely needed persuasion to tell the entire truth of a thing, when it came down to it. Sam was the one who bottled things. Janet seemed to have a hold back on this, though.

"And… I'm spoiled." She said, knowing Sam would giggle. She did, but she was more interested to hear what Janet had to say. Janet continued, gathering her feelings. "I have a daughter who, for now, listens to what I say for the most part. I have help any time I ask." Sam gave her an 'I haven't always been here' look. Janet waved the look away with a spread hand. "You have been more consistent in my life that anyone has ever been. Even with the trips through the 'gate. At least when you can't be here you try to make sure I have help. You very clearly care, and you make an effort to be part of this family."

Sam considered that, nodding. It was true. She was hit with a recent memory and caught herself chuckling.

"What?"

"We went on leave after all the mess with the Goa'uld trying to come to earth and Kinsey being an ass about everything, right?" _And escaping court martial… and death._ Her eyes carried on the thought her mouth had finished.

Janet nodded. Why this made Sam chuckle, she wasn't sure. It had been very stressful for her - Sam had told her she'd be working all night in the lab. The next thing she knew she was getting a call asking if she'd known anything about SG1's plans. At least Sam knew what _not_ to tell her ahead of time. She took a swig of her beer.

"So we get back from leave, and Colonel O'Neill's first question to me was 'How's the wife and kid?' "

Janet covered her mouth with her arm, doing her best to swallow before she hosed Sam. Managing not to choke, she took a deep breath. "Oh my god." The tall blonde chuckled and took a sip, enjoying Janet's reaction.

She and Janet had taken Cassie to Disney, for crying out loud. It was perfect fodder for the friendly joke on base - the civilians think Sam and Janet are gay. Everyone at the SGC knew why Sam was always at Janet's, and that was for Cassie, of course. What other reason would two women have for being together all the time? It was a joke that didn't bother them, since it stemmed from Cassie. Cassie was proud of and talked much about Janet, who she called mom, and Sam, who she usually called by name. But when referring to both she simply said "my moms." And that's why General Hammond himself had put the base on notice - no stressing out two of his finest officers with this DADT business. He didn't give a rat's hind end what anyone else thought about the matter. To him, the case was closed. As long as Cassie was loved and cared for, he was good to go.

Janet had regained enough composure to attempt another sip of beer. As she did, the oven beeped. Sam tossed her a look of _go ahead, keep laughing_ as she popped the bread in the oven. She poked at the pasta and stirred, then came back to her post beside Janet, again leaning on the large appliance next to her.

"What would I do without you, though?" Janet was matter-of-fact. "It's one thing to have help from friends. It's another thing entirely to have help like you. Best friend help. No weird judging or arguing about who does what. Just cooperation."

 _Oh, there it was._ Sam could almost see the thought hanging on Janet. "...And?"

"And that's why I thought it might be okay to ask you."

"Ask me?" Sam thought for a minute. "Ask me." Janet nodded, seeing the light come on. "Ask me about making Cassie's family bigger."

" _We_ are her family. I told you, I don't want strangers in her life, coming and going, not at home, not for now. At school, at scouts, sure. That's fine. But if there is one thing I will give my daughter it is a home that is safe, both physically and emotionally."

Sam nodded, taking in Janet's sincerity. She wasn't sure how to ask without putting words in Janet's mouth, so she didn't. She reached out and took Janet's free hand, looking her in the eye, encouraging her to go on. She seemed vulnerable, and Sam wanted nothing more than to support her, as always.

With the encouragement, Janet put down the bottle and took the hand into both of hers. "I don't want a man, Samantha Carter. And I don't care what the world thinks about our family arrangement. _You_ are Cassie's family. _My_ family. And any additions to this family will be onto the existing structure." Sam's lips had parted slightly, Janet's meaning finding the right parts of her brain. She was in awe of what this woman was asking. "I want Cassie's two moms to give her a sister, or a brother. Or both, whatever. But I want some part of _us_ to be here for her after we're gone."

It took Sam a minute to find her voice. Still holding the smaller hand, she stood up straight and moved directly in front of Janet. Janet looked down; her thoughts all out in the open, she felt exposed. She had wondered how Sam would take her proposal of sorts. Well, time to find out.

Sam leaned down to catch Janet's eyes and waited for her to lift her head before responding. As Janet's eyes met hers, she couldn't help but smile. She cupped Janet's face in her hand, still holding hers with the other. Her smile continued to brighten as bit by bit, Janet smiled back.

"Janet Fraiser, you are the most remarkable woman I have ever known. You do what you set your mind to, no matter who says you'll fail, no matter if no one has your back. You know that I can't make any promises. I don't know what will happen to me tomorrow, where I'll be, or if I can even come back. But I will tell you this: as long as I am able to be here beside you, supporting you, I will. I have loved being a part of your family with Cassie. If you want that family to grow, I will help you. You are a wonderful friend and an amazing mother."

In that moment, Janet felt something for Sam she'd never felt before. Right there with Sam so close, the connection between them so open and full, she found she wanted to kiss her tall blonde best friend. She closed her eyes and laughed at herself, utterly thrilled at Sam's reaction.

Sam recognized the relief on Janet's face as she leaned forward, eyes closed, little laugh in her throat. Letting go, she slipped her hands under Janet's knees, unfolding her and pulling her to the edge of the counter. Janet was startled for a moment, but clung to Sam as she realized what was happening. Sam wrapped herself around Janet and pressed the two of them together, giving Janet the physical version of the words she had just spoken.

"Thank you. Thank you." She whispered into Sam's chest.

"What's funny?" Sam whispered back into Janet's hair.

"Oh, just silly me. I'm so happy I could kiss you."

Sam felt the happy laugh spread to her. "Well, who says you can't?"

Janet pulled back and looked up at Sam, pure bliss on her face. "I'm going to have a baby. I might be going crazy, too. But you're coming with me."

"On both counts." She shared the sentiment whole-heartedly. Sam realized that she had never seen anyone be so beautifully happy. It was absolutely amazing. The glow of her skin, the light in her eyes, the way her lips curled into that smile…

It happened all on its own. One moment Sam was staring down into Janet's soulful brown eyes; the next she realized that somehow, she had dipped slightly, and Janet had leaned toward her, and somewhere in the middle their lips were touching. And it was like a spark. For a blissful moment, their lips remained together.

The sound of the oven timer brought them back to reality. Janet jerked back slightly, hand moving to cover her mouth, apology in her eyes. "Oh, Sam!"

Sam quickly straightened up, startled at what had just happened. She couldn't get a word out. Moving on instinct, she quickly crossed to the stove, jammed the timer and oven off, and pulled the door part-way open. Before Janet had even taken her hand from her mouth, Sam was back in front of her. Hands on her shoulders, Sam looked down into Janet's eyes. "Are you ok?" She whispered.

Janet gazed up into Sam's blue eyes, hoping her friend wasn't mad. She saw nothing but Sam's concern. Relieved, she leaned back into her and wrapped her arms around, holding on as her head spun. "I - I'm so sorry Sam, I didn't mean to -"

"No, no, it's ok. It's ok." Sam rubbed her back. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

For a few moments neither spoke; both needing reassurance.

"I'm losing it." She sighed into Sam's chest again. "You sure you want to do this with me?"

"Do what with you?" Neither adult had heard Cassie enter the kitchen.

Sam squeezed Janet tightly and let go with one arm, stepping back to pull Cassie into the hug. The girl happily wrapped an arm around each of them. "Are you ok, mom?"

"Oh, yes baby. Sometimes you just need a hug. And some dinner!"`


	3. Dreams

Dinner finished. Plates washed. Child in the bath. The usual feeling of day-end satisfaction hadn't quite made it to Janet's house tonight. The two women sat in the den. Usually this would be a time for small talk, but tonight there was a small strand of anxiety strung between the two - neither quite sure that the other was completely ok with the accidental kiss, but afraid to ask. The quiet was a bit too much for Janet, and she flipped the television on to the nightly news. Just her luck, a Pampers commercial. She leaned back into the sofa as if it would hasten the next commercial onto the screen.

Next to her, Sam was of two minds. She usually stayed over unless some strange scheduling would interrupt sleep for the rest of the household, but this was not the case tonight, and Janet knew that. She'd make an excuse to go home tonight, she thought, just so Janet would know she wasn't being weird. Just to make sure this relationship stayed so easy for as long as possible. But it felt wrong to leave on the evening of such an important decision. And so she sat, on the verge of speaking her mind, if only she could decide what that was.

Fate decided for them. The news took over again from the commercials, and the anchor began to relay the sad story of an earthquake in Taiwan. The death toll was over 1000 and still climbing. Many people had been forced from their homes, and tens of thousands were without basic needs, including water. _Worrying about a kiss seems so silly_ , Janet thought. She turned to Sam, who was caught up in the story with a slightly pained expression. Sam felt Janet turn to her. "They had no idea. Just having a normal day, and then…"

"And then your life is swept out from under you. Yeah." She gave her best friend a look she tried to use sparingly. _You know one step through the Stargate could change everything._

Sam scooted closer and put an arm around her. Janet leaned in, resting her head against Sam's shoulder. The posture was familiar to them, and right now, especially comforting. The television showed some footage of the buildings that had collapsed, the news people respectfully quiet in their descriptions. Sam heard the water draining from Cassie's bath and realized she needed to make sure everything was ok now, before the girl came downstairs. "Hey." She spoke gently just over Janet's ear. Janet turned her head slightly toward hers, and leaned back a little more in acknowledgement. "You still ok for me to stay tonight?"

Janet reached up to hold the hand wrapped around her arm. "Sam." She seemed almost surprised at the question. "Always, Sam. Always." She snuggled in closer.

A few minutes later, a squeaky clean Cassie made her way into the den and snuggled into the couch with her mothers. Sam found herself in the very familiar place of having Cassie's still-damp hair pressed into one shoulder, the calming scent of her lavender shampoo occasionally drifting to Sam's nose; Janet tucked into her other side, the faintest traces of rosewater still somehow clinging at the end of the day. The warmth of the two girls she loved more than anything lulled her into her usual happy sleepiness. Tonight though, she felt more alive, more vibrant. _How quickly this picture might change._ She imagined them as they were, together, basking in the love of family. Then the picture changed slightly: Janet's belly expanded, Cassie ever so slightly grown up. The picture changed again, and she imagined a tiny figure joining them, swaddled, in Janet's arms. The thought was more joyful than she could contain, and she tightened the loose grip she held on her girls.

Janet stirred with the change in touch. She looked over to Cassie to see the girl's eyes half closed. "Hey. You girls ready for bed?"

Cassie nodded and mumbled something that may have been a yes. "Ok, let's go." Janet's beautifully soft, comforting-mother voice sounded like heaven to Sam's ears. She kissed her little one on the head, and the two brunettes stumbled away from the couch, their recent pillow close behind them.

.

Teeth brushed. Showers taken. Child tucked in. Sam laid in the middle of the bed waiting for Janet to finish her evening facial routine. Soon, the bathroom light was extinguished, and a small figure slid under the covers. Sam moved over slightly, making room in the spot she had warmed for the smaller woman.

"Brrr." Janet shivered involuntarily as her body adjusted to the still-cool sheet against her arms and legs. Sam instinctively reached out and rubbed her arms and back, and Janet rolled to spoon into Sam, seeking more warmth. Sam continued her gentle rubbing of Janet's arm, slowing as she became thoughtful.

Janet could hear the gears turning. "Penny for your thoughts."

Sam let go a tiny laugh. "But there are so many."

"Any you want to share?" Sam stopped mid-stroke on Janet's arm and squeezed gently. She tried to put her thoughts to words, but couldn't quite make anything sound coherent. She shook her head a little, trying to clear it. Lacking a better response, she buried her nose in Janet's damp hair and softly kissed her head.

Janet smiled contentedly and settled deeper into Sam's embrace. "You're really going to do this with me?"

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it for the world. And I kind of can't wait to see the base react to how cute you're going to be, all glowy and pregnant."

Janet felt mildly embarrassed at the thought. Her hand slid to her belly, as if to hide a bump that wasn't there yet. Sam caught the motion and put her hand on top of Janet's. The contact surprised her, and she breathed in sharply. That odd feeling she had in the kitchen came back strongly. Why did she want to kiss Sam again?

Sam felt the change in Janet's breathing. She felt a tiny bit evil, teasing Janet, but Janet was just fine, and she was enjoying herself quite a bit. "Something you need to tell me, mama? You got somebody in there?"

"Not yet," was all she could manage at the moment.

"And when will we be fixing that?" Sam teased. A thought flew by and she quickly became serious. "Do you want me to go with you? I mean to your appointments? Do you want me to be with you for all of that? Or, you know, do you have someone-"

"Sam, there's not a someone. There's me, and you, and Cassie. That's it. And actually, yes, it would be nice to have the moral support. I think I'd like that." She pulled her hand out from under Sam's and put it on top. Caught up in thought, she ran her fingers along the top of Sam's hand.

The feeling of her palm against Janet's flat abdomen and the fingers caressing hers was unlike anything she'd felt before. Her emotions stirred again. _Soon_ , she thought. _Soon there might be feet kicking against this hand._ The thought filled her head and her heart. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her entire being around Janet. She pulled Janet closer to her and sighed softly. Another thought flittered by. "When?"

Sam felt the abdominal muscles under her hand contract rhythmically as Janet chuckled. "So many questions, Dr. Carter." She took a moment to still her low, quiet laughs. "For your information, I've been taking prenatals for over a month."

"Oh."

"So, if you have no objection, we can start this month. In about 3 weeks, actually."

Sam thought about that for a minute. "Nope. No objection. Carry on."

They laid quietly for a few moments, content.

"Sam?"

"Mmm?"

"How do I even begin to thank you?"

Sam gave it a second. "Make sure the kid looks like me."

Janet gave that a tired thought. "O'Neill would eat his hat." She moved a little and resettled into Sam's long body, sleep rapidly overtaking her.

"Hey Sam, how's the wife and kids? I can hear it now." Sam's words wound through Janet's hair and dropped softly into her ears.

Sam felt Janet relax into her again, and started to remove the hand that was still on Janet's stomach. The smaller spoon grumbled quietly and put it back, again covering it with her own. "Feels right" she mumbled.

 _Yes, it does. It feels right. All of this feels right._ Sam slowly stroked her thumb across the slender belly she held, consciousness rapidly leaving her for the night. "Sweet dreams."


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